Roland doesn't resist that either, when Hibber-Gibber reaches out, visits the parts of him that are needing of comfort. The higgledy senses that out, holds his sadness for Roland so the burden is not so heavy on his shoulders. He exhales heavily, a sigh more than a breath. It helps him to remember what exactly he needs to say to Tidus. Wave after wave, stirring memories that Hibber-Gibber itself probably knows even without Roland's comprehension of its words.
The arm around Tidus does not let go, not yet. But it loosens to a comfortable hold, careful to support.
"Yeah. No one wants to die." He repeats with the gravity that statement deserves; though he will always feel truly differently about it, in the end. That his life was more important than the people's, than someone else's, is too foreign for him to comprehend. But wanting them to live, wanting that for the souls he swore to, took an oath to...It's close. "But not dying isn't really living, is it? Not all the time."
Hibber-Gibber knows where Roland is going. Makes motions as if bobbing his head in agreement, or gentle encouragement.
"...Once, there was a Queen who ruled a beautiful kingdom by the sea. But her kingdom was doomed to be destroyed by a volcano resting underneath their shores." Roland narrates easily, more of experience than memory. "All seemed to be lost for them. But she decided that she wanted one more day for her nation, one more day under the sun. One more day to be by the man she loved. So she turned back time, just before the volcano destroyed her home. She did this again, and again, and again. For three hundred years. Never allowing the spell to break, making sure her citizens remained stagnant, never loving, never giving birth to new children. Never getting sick, or seeing the outside world. But the price was paid, and they lived."
He decides to rest more casually against Tidus now, perhaps affected by the calm radiating off of the higgledy on his shoulder. Whether or not it's reacting to the story of his birth, or to Tidus's own command, is lost on Roland.
And the next words that he shares, that comes out of his mouth, seem not to be his own anyway. Borrowing wisdom from someone else, from someone who may understand this story even more than he could. "'The wheel must turn again for Hydropolis...And if it brings our destruction, then so be it.'" Roland nods. Chances a look at Tidus with warm eyes and a hint of a smile. "'It also brings truth.'"
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The arm around Tidus does not let go, not yet. But it loosens to a comfortable hold, careful to support.
"Yeah. No one wants to die." He repeats with the gravity that statement deserves; though he will always feel truly differently about it, in the end. That his life was more important than the people's, than someone else's, is too foreign for him to comprehend. But wanting them to live, wanting that for the souls he swore to, took an oath to...It's close. "But not dying isn't really living, is it? Not all the time."
Hibber-Gibber knows where Roland is going. Makes motions as if bobbing his head in agreement, or gentle encouragement.
"...Once, there was a Queen who ruled a beautiful kingdom by the sea. But her kingdom was doomed to be destroyed by a volcano resting underneath their shores." Roland narrates easily, more of experience than memory. "All seemed to be lost for them. But she decided that she wanted one more day for her nation, one more day under the sun. One more day to be by the man she loved. So she turned back time, just before the volcano destroyed her home. She did this again, and again, and again. For three hundred years. Never allowing the spell to break, making sure her citizens remained stagnant, never loving, never giving birth to new children. Never getting sick, or seeing the outside world. But the price was paid, and they lived."
He decides to rest more casually against Tidus now, perhaps affected by the calm radiating off of the higgledy on his shoulder. Whether or not it's reacting to the story of his birth, or to Tidus's own command, is lost on Roland.
And the next words that he shares, that comes out of his mouth, seem not to be his own anyway. Borrowing wisdom from someone else, from someone who may understand this story even more than he could. "'The wheel must turn again for Hydropolis...And if it brings our destruction, then so be it.'" Roland nods. Chances a look at Tidus with warm eyes and a hint of a smile. "'It also brings truth.'"